Tha Mac Named Zay - Fin Ode to Enemy

Embrace a creative space
Pulled an ace bout to be richer than chase
I will win the race can you keep up with my pace
Now I'm on the champions podium
Gettin comfortable talkin to yo lady wit grace
Say something spit in yo face
Youz an L7 and it's such a disgrace
I'll be breaking in you'll be barely cracking gates
Just inferior just accept your fuckin fate
You ain't welcome here you can't eat up off my plate
Only thing you can do is sit around and pray
God ain't fuckin with you with the games you fuckin play
But I'm the same way what can I say
But Won't burn in hell I ain't devil soufley
But I do got some demons drown em out with dusse
Treat em like rodents like sopranos nigga pussy
Situation lookin hairy like a wookie
Talk to his widow like this sooki sooki
She wearin v's secret lemme take a looky
We can take it slow start it off with some footsie
Kno my way around the block I Ain't no rookie
If I don't come out with the win Give a little talk to the bookie

It's my ode to enemy
You better bend the knee
Submit eventually
Could write your obituary
CeAse to exist momentarily

I'm permanent you just a penciled in date
I'm the real deal you just a stenciled in fake
I Got the ill will you don't got what it takes
You got the wrong formula don't know what it makes
Always trying to find what will make Harlem shake
Yeah I'm tha nigga that be addin to the crime rate high stakes golden gates I will win the race beat the case
The game is a dc character 2 faced
And hear I am tryna fix it with some toothpaste
Bout to flood the markets better get up to a high place
Got the right mindstate style og like a nigga work for MySpace
Stay in yo lane and
leave me alone for Christ sakes
Oh my lord I did it again came wit it again it's a dead end
You can bring all yo friends
I do so commend
Maybe yall could tell me the meanin behind it all and we can transcend
But then again

Written by:
Isaiah Daste-Haynes

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